[ A fighter through and through, there's a beat when her whole body tenses at the sound of something coming from the ground. A flinch of her sling towards a sword that she can't use. Her eyes darting towards the source of the sound to identify the intruders and—
Nothing, obviously, because all the sound amounts to is a couple of black-red tendrils that seem to be holding her car up for her to inspect closely. The tire nudges the side of her leg and she looks down at it, almost dumbly, the fight leaving her just as quickly as it arrived. ] Oh.
[ Huh. There's a curious glance towards Knave — Arlecchino? — with the question at the tip of her tongue, but she gets beat to the punch. Another look at the makeshift tire jack. If they're going to replace the thing that's damaged...
So Lucina crouches down, her good hand resting on the top of the tire to balance her weight as she gets level with the whole set up herself. She's been asked a question, and she's not going to shy away from the the opportunity to learn. Doing so would be discourteous to the offer and be stripping herself of her independence; and she can't have that.
She hums, thoughtful, as she leans forward to take a closer look at the tires. ] These ... bolts. Are these what are keeping the wheel in place? [ She's pointing at the little bits of metal jutting out from the center wheel. They sure look like they're doing something... ]
confession: i forgot i put her arm in a sling, thank you for the reminder...
Nothing, obviously, because all the sound amounts to is a couple of black-red tendrils that seem to be holding her car up for her to inspect closely. The tire nudges the side of her leg and she looks down at it, almost dumbly, the fight leaving her just as quickly as it arrived. ] Oh.
[ Huh. There's a curious glance towards Knave — Arlecchino? — with the question at the tip of her tongue, but she gets beat to the punch. Another look at the makeshift tire jack. If they're going to replace the thing that's damaged...
So Lucina crouches down, her good hand resting on the top of the tire to balance her weight as she gets level with the whole set up herself. She's been asked a question, and she's not going to shy away from the the opportunity to learn. Doing so would be discourteous to the offer and be stripping herself of her independence; and she can't have that.
She hums, thoughtful, as she leans forward to take a closer look at the tires. ] These ... bolts. Are these what are keeping the wheel in place? [ She's pointing at the little bits of metal jutting out from the center wheel. They sure look like they're doing something... ]